Not really

You smirk to yourself. You knew your step family and mom were horrified at the idea of being seen in police cars. They also sort to have good public images of themselves. If they managed to get out of this trouble, they would have to get new identities and bury their pasts deeper than a gold mine to start feeling socially presentable.

You were annoyed at your school stuff being taken, as with nothing else to do, you could have at least studied that. Even just reading your English book would have helped pass the time, and your classes.

You thought about the sleeping arrangements. 3 rooms for the 5 of you. Each room with two beds. Most people would have couples in a room, two boys in another and the girl in the 3rd.

Nah, that would result in you being killed by Zack.

By the time you made the short trip to the motel you had already figured out the arrangements you wanted.

The staff glared at the entire family. When cops drop people off there, and leave them without anything, including transport, it is a sure sign the cops don’t trust them. That means other people should not trust them either

Then came times for the rooms.

They were all next to each other, and Mark was about to order who pairs up.

You tell him your preferences